I have a good story about a race I entered many years ago.
The race was a hare scrambles event that my friend had put on and I remember the gun going off, dumping the clutch and grabbing gears to the first corner. After a section of tight trail we broke out onto a fireroad and, as I knew the area well, I was able to move up a few positions before arrows lead to another twisty section of trail. As I slammed a corner I saw ribbons and slowed for my first check point.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered my friend, in his wisdom, had decided to man the check points with female strippers! There they were, slathered in bug spray sans clothing, punching rider cards!
The odd thing I remember about this race is that nobody seemed intent on racing. I'd pull into a check point and half the race was there performing some kind of maintenance on their bikes or catching up on the latest gossip. I mean all of this could have been done before or after the race.
